It has been a month or so
Still thinking what it could have been
If you did not yield to leaving
And forgetting everything
A smile can still be painted
And my spirit is still filled.
Fate is not in our ways
Yet our hearts remain beating
Our souls searching
Reality knocks on our door
No sense in holding to something fading
Help me get over then.
Hope is in the horizon
Tomorrow brings a different story
A sea of new faces may surround us
The perfect love may be found
A love that overcomes any adversity
And does not surrender easily.
I pray for a desire
To teach my heart to forget you
To free my soul from blue
That I may breathe the wild breeze of tomorrow
And witness the buds blossoming
With the right man holding thy hand.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
It has been a month or so
Still thinking what it could have been
If you did not yield to leaving
And forgetting everything
A smile can still be painted
And my spirit is still filled.
Fate is not in our ways
Yet our hearts remain beating
Our souls searching
Reality knocks on our door
No sense in holding to something fading
Help me get over then.
Hope is in the horizon
Tomorrow brings a different story
A sea of new faces may surround us
The perfect love may be found
A love that overcomes any adversity
And does not surrender easily.
I pray for a desire
To teach my heart to forget you
To free my soul from blue
That I may breathe the wild breeze of tomorrow
And witness the buds blossoming
With the right man holding thy hand.
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